Pliable

My candor tastes of licorice so only silence speaks, for nothing sweet can come from this but a bitter tongue. I shall not be a burden, like windows with bars, take your wings away and clip mine to bleed. Fly with your silence, go live in your ambient montage. There is a home inside my head, but you never reside unless my eyes are sad. Nothing is a coincidence, fate flows with the wind and grace in the sky's luminescence.